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JANET AND WYNNIE, 


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IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED 



JANET AND HER FRIENDS. 



Come here, Janet ; bring your little chair, and sit by 
me. How old are you? Almost three years old. How 
that you are three years old, you must begin to learn 
something. 

See what a pretty alphabet I have bought you! How 
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Now, you may go and play. Where is Puss? She 
is asleep in the corner. Open your eyes, Puss. Do not 
be lazy. Do not frighten Puss with your ball. A good 
child is always kind and gen- 
tle to animals. Mamma, tell 
me a story. You must listen, 
too, Puss. Mamma, she will 
not be quiet; she is a foolish 
cat. Never mind the cat, 

Janet. Come and sit upon my knee, and I will tell you 
the story of 



THREE BEARS. 

There was once a little girl who lived a long, long 
way from here. She was called little Silver-Hair, be- 
cause she had very fair, shining locks. This little girl 
was so very mischievous that her mother could do 
nothing with her. One day, when she had been told 
not to go out-of-doors, she ran otf into the woods to 


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pick wild flowers, and chase butterflies from flower to 
flower. She soon found herself deep in the woods. 
Suddenly, what should she see, but a pretty little house, 



in among the trees ! The door stood 

ajar. Silver-hair just peeped in at the window, and, 

seeing no one, she thought she would go in. This' little 


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house belonged to a family of three bears. There was 
a great huge bear, he was the Papa. There was a 

middle-sized bear, she was 
the Mamma. She was 
called Mamma Muff, be- 
cause she had such thick 
fur. There was a little 
wee bear, and he was 
the baby. The little 
house was empty, because the bears were taking a 
walk in the woods, to give themselves an appetite 
for some very 
good porridge 
that was cool- 
ing on the ta- 
ble. Silver- 
hair was tired 

from running so far, and so she was very glad when 
she saw three chairs in the room as she went in at 
the door. There was a great chair for the great huge 




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bear, made of wood; then there was one rather smaller; 
and the third was a dear little chair, which was on pur- 
pose for the little wee bear. First Silver-hair tried the 


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great bear’s chair, but that was too hard for her; then 
she tried Mamma Muff’s chair, but that was too soft 
for her; and then she tried the little wee bear’s chair, 
and that was just right. So she sat down, when, crash! 
down she came, for the bottom of the chair came out. 
Up jumped Silver-hair, very much frightened, and was 
just about running away, when she saw three bowls of 
porridge which stood on the table. Then she thought, 
“ I am very hungry, 
indeed.” First, there 
was a large, black 
bowl of porridge, and 
that was the Papa 
bear’s ; then there 
was a smaller white 
bowl, and that was 
Mamma Muff’s; and 
then there was a dear 
little blue bowl, and 
that was the baby 
bear’s. In each bowl 

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there was a wooden spoon. It did .not take naughty 
little Silver-hair long to make up her mind what she 
would do. First, she looked to see that no one was 
coming, and then she tasted the porridge of Papa Bear, 
but it was too hot for her, and burned her mouth; then 
she tasted Mamma Muff’s porridge, but it was quite too 
salt for her; then she tasted the baby bear’s porridge, 
and that was 
she tasted, and 
ate it all up, and 
the spoon in the 
poor little wee 
at that very mo- 
his papa and 
home to breakfast, because he was so very hungry. 
Then Silver-hair thought she would go up the stairs, and 
see what she could see. She went up, and there she 
found a dear little bedroom, where there, were three 
beds alongside of each other. The larger one was the 
papa bear’s bed ; the next was Mamma Muff’s ; and the 
little wee bed, with white curtains, was for the baby 
bear. Silver-hair felt rather tired, so she thought she 



just right ; so 
tasted, until she 
left nothing but 
bowl for the 
bear, who was 
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would take a little nap. First, she climbed up on the 
big bed, but that was too hard for her; then she tried 
Mamma Muff’s bed, and that she did not like ; but when 
she tried the little wee bear’s bed, it was just right, and 
she laid herself down, and fell fast asleep. While she 



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was there asleep, in came the three hears, very hungry 
for their breakfast. The papa bear cried in his great, 
rough voice, “Who has been at my porridge?” Then 



Mamma Muff cried out, in a very angry tone, “Who has 
been touching my porridge ? ” ■ But when the poor little 
wee bear saw his empty bowl, he put his little paw in 
his month, because he was so hungry, and cried in his 
sharp little voice, “Who has been at my porridge, and 
has eaten it all up?” Then the papa bear said, in his 


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great, rough, gruff voice, “ Who has been sitting in my 
chair?” and Mamma Muff growled, “Who has been 
sitting in my chair?” But when the poor little wee 
bear found out that his pretty little chair was all broken, 
he began to cry, “ Somebody has been sitting in my 
chair, and has sat the bottom out ! ” Then they were 
quite sure that some one was in their house, and they 
went up-stairs to search. They were all growling and 
sniffing in a very bad humor. First, the papa bear 
cried out, in his rough, gruff voice, “Who has been on 
my bed?” then Mamma Muff said, “Who has been on 
my bed?” and then the poor little wee bear cried out, 
“Somebody has been in my bed, and here she is!” All 
this while little Silver-hair had been sleeping, but the 
voice of the little bear woke her up, and she began to 
rub her eyes, and wonder where she was. When she 
saw that there were' three angry bears in the room with 
her, she was very much afraid, and she threw herself, 
out of the bed, and ran across the room, and jumped 
out of the window, and rolled over and over on the soft 
grass. When she picked herself up, she saw the three 
angry bears looking at her out of the window; so she 
ran, and ran, half dead with fright, until she got home to 
her mother. Ever after that she was very careful to mind 
her mamma, never to go anywhere where she had no 
business, and never to touch what did not belong to her. 


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Tom shall pull, and we will ride, 

With Pussy-cat-mew just by our side; 

It is fun for us, but not for her — 

She would rather sit by the tire and purr. 



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“Mamma, see how tall I am!” 

“Oh, yes, yon are very tall now; but, if those books 
slip, Master Bertie will have a sad tumble, and will not 
be so very tall” 

“Mamma, if I were a giant, I would carry Susy otf, 
and put her in a cage.” . 


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“What would you do then?” 

“Perhaps I would eat her.” 

Susy. “Oh! oh!” 

“But you see, Susy, you are so fat, you would make 
such a good dinner for a giant. I do not think I would 
like to eat you myself. I would keep you in the cave, 
and play with you when I was at home. Mamma, if I 
were a giant, should I be taller than I am now, when 
I am up on these books?” 

“Oh, yes, you would be much larger; you would 
have an enormous mouth, and fierce eyes, and you 
would be very ugly.” 

“ I suppose you would not love me, if I were a giant, 
mamma? ” 

“No, indeed, I would not; I would be too much 
afraid of you. Susy would be afraid of you, too, and 
so would every one else.” 

“Papa would not surely be afraid of me?” 

“No, because papa is a man, and men are not afraid; 
but he would not love you at all.” 


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“Then, I do not think I will be a giant.” 

“No, you had better stay as you are, mamma’s own 
little Bertie, and then we will all love you, and, instead 
of eating Susy, you shall have a good dinner of mutton- 
chops, and potatoes, and pudding. Your dinner must be 
ready now, for here is nurse come to fetch you. 



There was a great giant, and what do you think? 
He’d eat up a baby as quick as a wink; 

He’d make several bites of a tough little boy, 

But the sweet little girls he would swallow with joy. 


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Goose, Gobble, and Ganderee, 

They all are coming to march with me. 
When my trumpet I sound, 

We go over the ground, 

Like a file of soldiers marching around. 


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Sleep, baby, sleep, 

Thy father watches the sheep; 

Thy mother is under the green-wood tree, 
Shaking down a dream for thee. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 


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Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

The large stars are the sheep; 

The little stars are the lambs, I guess; 
The fair moon is the shepherdess. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Our Saviour loves his sheep ; 

He is the Lamb of God on high, 

Who for our sakes came down to die. 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 



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Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

And cry not like a sheep; 

Else will the sheep-dog bark and whine, 
And bite this naughty child of mine. 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Away ! and tend the sheep ; 

Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild, 
And do not wake my little child. 

Sleep, baby, sleep! 


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THE SLEEPING APPLE. 
Under an apple-tree, one day, 

A child- was busy with his play, 
When, looking up, with eager eyes, 
A rosy apple he espies. 

Soft resting on a tuft of leaves, 
’Tis out of reach; for that he grieves. 
“How fair it is! its cheeks are red; 
I’m sure it is asleep,” he said. 


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And then lie shouted to the tree: 

“Wake up, dear apple, come to me; 

Your rosy cheek I long to kiss — 

Wake up, you don’t know what you miss.” 

The sun was sailing through the skies, 

And shining down into his eyes. 

The child looked up — “ Dear sun,” quoth he, 
“Do wake this apple up for me.” 

The sun poured down his shining rays, 

Till all the tree was in a blaze ; 

The apple glowed a rosier red, 

But still slept on, high overhead. 



A bird came darting through the air: 
The baby saw, and called him there. 
“Come, bird, and sing a pretty song; 
This apple must not sleep so long.” 

The bird then swelled his little throat, 
And trilled a loud and piercing note; 


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His song rang loudly through the grove, 
But still the apple did not move. 



Just then the wind came rushing by, 

To wake the fruit he thought he’d try; 
He blew a long and steady blast, 

And woke the apple up at last. 



From the bough, falling through the air, 
The apple reached the baby fair, 

Who, seizing it with great delight, 
Kissed its red cheek with all his might. 


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Marion, how many fingers have you? Let us count 
them: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, 
nine, ten. 

Show me which are the thumbs. 

That is right. 

Mamma, let me play with your rings. 


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What is the name of this very bright stone? 

That is a diamond. 

And this one? 

That is an emerald — it is green. 

Emeralds are always green, rubies are red, amethysts 
are purple, sapphires are dark-blue, turquoises are light- 
blue, topaz is yellow, bright, and transparent. The dia- 
mond is the most precious. 



It is this little finger, 

And this little thumb, 
Which puts in your mouth 
A sweet sugar-plum. 


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10 11 12 

Ten, Eleven, Twelve, 

We’ll all be as happy as 
elves. 




To Boston, to Boston, 
Upon my gray nag ! 

I have my whip with me, 
In case he should lag. 

I walk him up-hill, 

I trot o’er the plains, 
And if he should gallop, 
I’d pull on the reins. 


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This little pig went to market, 

This little pig staid at home; 

This little pig had roast-beef, 

This little pig had none ; 

This little pig cried, “Wee, wee, wee!” 
All the way home. 



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Maud is older than the other little girls. She is tall, 
and she is eight years old. She knows how to play 
with dolls, and make them talk so prettily. 



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How can dolls talk? 

Oh, they do not really talk, yon know. It is Maud 
that does the talking. She makes believe that the dolls 
talk, and it is very good fun. Maud can play on the 
piano; so you may know by that that she is quite a 
young lady. Janet, when you are eight years old, you 
will play on the piano, too, will you not? I suppose, 
you can hardly believe that you will one day he as tall 
as Maud. “ Look, mamma, how tall I am ! ” 

See how tall Janet is, 

And so wise and so strong! 

She can tell you a story, 

Or sing you a song. 

On her little tiptoes, 

As she stands on the floor, 

She can reach to the handle, 

And open the door ! 



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Stand, baby, stand ; One, two, three, 

Give me yonr little hand. Baby walked to me. 



Why, here I am, in bed ! 

I’ve been far, far away; 

The night has turned to day. 

The sun shines overhead. 

I do not care so far to roam ; 

Thank God that I am safe at home! 



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dren were named Jack and Bessy. Now, the wood-cutter 
was very, very poor, and, as Jack and Bessy grew 
larger, they wanted more to eat', but their poor father 
had not food enough to give them, which made him 
very sad and sorry. One evening, after the children 


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had gone to bed, the poor wood-cutter said to his wife : 
“What shall we do to get bread enough for our dear 
little children? Winter is coming, and I am afraid they 
will starve.” 

“Alas, alas!” said the poor mother, “it is too true, 
and we must see them die of hunger before our eyes. I 
think, as we can do nothing for them, we had better take 
them away into the forest, and leave them there ; perhaps 
the good Giod who feeds the little birds will feed them, 
and, at any rate, we will not see them die of hunger.” 

“ Oh, how could we do such a thing ? ” said the father. 

“Would you rather see them die of hunger?” said 
the mother. 

The little ones, who were too hungry to sleep, heard 
every word that was said, as they lay in their little bed. 
They both began to cry; but Jack soon began to console 
Bessy, saying : “ Don’t cry, Bessy ; I know what to do to 
get out of this trouble.” So, while his father and mother 
slept, he crept softly out of the hut, and filled his pockets 
with a quantity of white pebbles, and got into bed again. 
The next morning, the mother gave each of the children 
a piece of bread, saying, “ Do not eat it all at once, my 
darlings, for I have no more to give you.” 

Bessy took care of the bread, for Jack’s pockets were 


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filled with the white 
pebbles. The wood-cut- 
ter took his axe on his 
shoulder, and the moth- 
er, after bolting her door, 
followed him, carrying a flask of water. Jack and Bessy 
walked last, and, just as Jack was losing sight of his 
home, he dropped the first stone, then 
another, and another, every few steps, 
as they went on their way. At last 
they came to the place where they 
were to stop, and the father made a 
great fire of dry sticks, and told the 



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children to wait there until they came back, as they 
were going to cut wood. The little ones, overcome by 
the heat of the fire, and being very tired, fell fast asleep, 
and slept for hours. When they awoke, their fire was 
out, and they were very hungry. They had a little 
bread left in Bessy’s pocket, and they ate it, but they 
were still hungry, and poor little Bessy began to cry for 
her mother. “ Do not cry, little sister,” said Jack ; “ I 
will take you home.” “But it is quite too dark to see 
our little stones,” said Bessy. “ Oh, never mind, we will 
wait a little longer, until the moon is up, and then we 
will start for home.” Pretty soon, the great white moon 


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began to shine over the trees, and Jack and Bessy, hand- 
in-hand, walked gayly on, for, by the light of the moon, 
they could see the white stones quite plainly. 

After walking a long time, they saw the roof of the 
cottage among the trees, and, running joyfully forward, 
they cried : “ Here we are, dear father and mother ; here 
we are!” The poor parents, who had been weeping all 
night, were full of joy at seeing them again, and kissed 
them and hugged them as if they never would have 
done. 

Some time passed after this, and the poor wood-cutter 
worked very hard, indeed, but he could not earn bread 
enough to feed them all. As the children grew larger, 
they needed more food, and at last the parents made up 
their minds again to abandon their little children to the 
mercy of the good God. Again the little ones heard 
them talk of their plan, and poor little Jack thought to 
himself, “ I know all about that.” So, when his father 
and mother had gone to sleep, he crept to the door, to 
get out and fill his pockets with stones again; but what 
was his grief to find the door locked, so that he could 
not get out! Now little Bessy began to cry, but Jack 
said: “Do not be afraid, dear little sister; I will think 
of some plan, and, besides, the good God, who knows all 


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the paths, will lead us home.” In the morning, the wood- 
cutter and his wife woke up the children, and said, “Come 
with us, dear children, for we are going to cut wood in 
the forest.” Then the mother gave each of them a bit 
of bread, and they set off. Little Jack did not eat a 
morsel of his bread, but, making it into little balls, 
dropped them along the path, just as he had done with 
the pebbles. The father did not follow the beaten paths 
this time, but wandered off into the deep forest for a 
long, long time, until the little ones were tired, and 
begged to take a rest. The father then made a great 
fire to scare away the wolves, and, telling the children 
to stay there, he and the mother went off into the forest 
to cut wood. The little ones lay down on a soft bed 
of moss, under a great tree, and soon dropped asleep. 
When they awoke they were very hungry, and they ate 
the rest of their bread. “Now,” said Jack, “we will 
start for home, and get there as soon as father and 
» mother.” So they began to look for their little white 
balls of bread ; but alas ! alas ! there was not one to be 
found. The birds had eaten them all up; and here were 
the children, alone, in the great wild, trackless forest, 
hungry, and full of fear ! They wandered about for 
a while, but it soon began to grow dark, for the sun had 


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set while they were searching for the balls of bread, and 
our little wanderers had nothing to do but to lie down, 
close to a great tree, where they soon fell asleep, and 
the tears dried on their little eyelids. The morning sun 
woke them up, and they sat up and looked about them. 
The ground was covered with wild-strawberry vines, so 
they soon had a very good breakfast, though they would 
have liked bread better, they were so hungry. While 
they were picking the strawberries, they heard the flut- 
tering of a bird’s wings near them, and, looking up, they 
saw a beautiful white dove, which seemed to beckon to 
them to follow. They ran after the dove, trying to catch 
it, and very soon came in sight of the most remarkable 
little house that was ever seen. The bird lit on the roof, 
and began picking it with his beak, as if it were good 
to eat ; and well he might, for, what do you think it was 
made of? You would never guess, so I must tell you. 
The roof of the house was made of delicious soft ginger- 
bread! The walls of the little house were made of 
sponge-cake, and the windows of clear lemon-candy! 
Now, was not that a sight for two little children that 
had had only a few strawberries for their breakfast ? The 
roof on one side sloped down nearly to the ground, and 
Jack and Bessy each broke off a piece, and were just 


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beginning to eat it, when they heard a voice from the 
inside, saying: 


“Who knocks, who knocks 
at my cottage- wall ? ” 


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To which Jack answered, still munching a mouthful 
of gingerbread: 

“’Tis only the wind, that blows over all.” 

At this the door opened, and an old woman came out. 
As soon as the children looked at her, they dropped 
their gingerbread, for she was a very dreadful-looking 



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old woman. She had a crooked back, and a long nose, 
and only one green eye. However, though she looked 
so ugly, she spoke to them in a kind, coaxing voice, and 
said: “I am so glad to see you, my pretty dears! I love 
little children; they are always welcome to my cottage — 
come in, come in.” So saying, she hobbled in, and the 
children after her. Then she said, “Sit down and eat 
your breakfast, little darlings.” On the table, which was 
spread with a white cloth, were two bowls of bread-and- 
milk, and a plate heaped up with cake and sugar-plums. 
The old woman said, “Help yourselves, take as much as 
you want;” and when they had eaten as much as they 
could, and began to look about them, she showed them 
two neat little beds, and said: “Lie down and take a nap 
now ; you must be tired after sleeping on the hard 
ground.” So the children lay down, and in a moment 
were sound asleep. Now, this old woman was not a 
good old woman at all, but was a very cruel and wicked 
old witch, who only wanted little children to come to 
her house, so that she might catch them and eat them. 
Now, Jack and Bessy were so thin, from not having 
enough to eat, that the old woman said to herself, “ I 
must fatten them up a little.” So she picked up Jack 
in her arms, and, before he was fairly awake, she had 


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him locked fast in a sort' of cage, with bars, in which 
she was in the habit of keeping her poor little prisoners. 
She then went to the bed where little Bessy lay, and 



said in a loud, cross, angry voice: “Wake up, lazy-bones! 
your brother is in my cage, and you must help me take 
care of him, and cook his food, to make him fat, for I 
intend to eat him soon ! ” Just fancy how very much 



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afraid little Bessy was, when she heard these dreadful 
words ! Then the old woman made Bessy work very 
hard, indeed. She had to carry the water, and make the 
tire, and sweep the room, and make the beds. She had 
to knead the bread, and put it in the great oven which 
was by the side of the kitchen-tire, and which had an 
iron door large enough for a person to go in at. Very 
often in the day the old woman would go to the cage, 
to feel if Jack was fat enough to roast. Vow, when she 
would put her long finger through the bars, to feel him, 
Jack would put out his knee, or his elbow; so that the 
old witch would say: “Why, how is this? this boy is 
nothing but skin and bone ! ” but, when little Bessy would 
come, Jack would whisper to her, and tell her not to be 
afraid, for he would get away from the old witch yet. 
One day the old woman told Bessy to heat the great 
oven, for she was to bake a large batch of bread. Vow, 
the little white dove was a fairy, and when the old witch 
was looking in the oven, to see if it was hot enough, the 
dove whispered to little Bessy : “She intends to roast 
you first, and then Jack; so, when she goes to the door, 
push her in, and shut it quickly.” This little Bessy did, 
and fastened the oven-door with the bolt. The old witch 
could do them no more harm now, so Bessy went to the 


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cage and let Jack out, and they were very happy, in- 
deed. While they were hugging and kissing each other, 
they heard a sound of thousands of birds, and, going 
out of the door to see what it was, lo! and behold! the 
air was full 'of them, flying up to the roof- of the cot- 
tage, and dropping something out of their bills into a 
nest which was on the roof. Jack climbed up on the 
roof, and saw that they were dropping large pearls into 
the nest, and singing: 



For every crumb of bread you gave, 
A precious jewel you shall have. 


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Then the children understood that the pearls were 
for them, and little Bessy gathered them, until her apron 
was quite full. Then they started to find their way 
home. They walked on and on, until they came to a 
broad sheet of water. Just as they were wondering how 
they should get across, a large white swan came up to 
the shore, and told little Bessy to get on his back, and 
he would carry her first across the water, and then Jack. 



So little Bessy got on the swan’s back, and sailed across, 
then Jack followed, and they found themselves near a 


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path, which led them to their own home. The poor 
wood-cutter and his wife had never ceased to grieve, and 
to search for their little darlings, and to be sorry that 
they had left them in the wood. When they saw them 
coming home, looking so fat and rosy, they could hardly 
speak for joy. They sold the pearls, and ever after lived 
in great comfort, and peace, and plenty. 



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DR. CROW’S SCHOOL. 

Once on a time, long, long ago, 

A school was kept by Master Crow. 
For birds had then the gift of speech: 
Come, learn the rules he used to teach. 


Open your eyes, and also your ears, 

And listen to me, you little dears : 

When you are awake, and begin the day, 
Never, never forget to pray. 


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When you take your bath, and' wash well with soap, 
You’ll not splash like a water-dog, I hope. 

After breakfast, work — that’s the way to thrive, 

Like the little bees in the busy hive; 

Not like young birds, who begin to gape 
For food before they are quite awake. 

Be sure and thank God before you begin ; 

Then to give me a bit will be no sin. 

Give the scraps to the dog, and some to the cat, 

To feed the hungry — don’t forget that. 

There are four things to strive for, my little man: 

To work as well and as fast as you can, 

To fight against indolence — try to be wise, 

To learn gentle manners, which all men prize ; 

Take care of your clothes, but wear out your shoes — 
You must run and jump, or your strength you’ll lose. 

If your hands and face with dirt are brown, 

Folks will think you’re a monkey come to town. 

If you keep your hands in your pockets, I fear 
We will think you’re a jug without handles, my dear. 

If you suck your thumb, like a little bear, 

’Twill be sure to dwindle, so have a care ! 

Only very ill-bred folks, I suppose, 

Would put their fingers into their nose. 

A parrot can talk, without sense, all day ; 

When you speak, you must think what you have to say. 
Take off your hat, when the house you’re in, 

Or folks will think it grows fast to your skin. 

At table, never reach out for a dish, 

But modestly ask for the thing you wish. 


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If you eat your soup too smoking hot, 

It will bum your mouth, as like as not. 

You’ll not be too dainty, I hope and trust; 

But will eat the crumb as well as the crust. 

Raise your eyes to heaven, when you drink — 

You will see me do so always, I think. 

To see you eat neatly, I very much wish — 

Don’t scour your plate, as a cat does her dish. 

When you drink, never make an unpleasant noise, 

Or you’ll never be well-bred girls and boys. 

Don’t strew the table with crumbs and scraps; 

If you swallow a bone, you will choke, perhaps. 

To drum on the table is very rude, 

Or to gobble, as if you seldom had food. 

If you don’t put your hand up, when you yawn, 

Your neighbor will fear to be swallowed down. 

With great respect you must treat the old, 

And never be familiar or bold. 

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Keep your feet as quiet as you are able, 

Or we’ll think the dogs are under the table. 

Do not thrust out your tongue to mock and scoff, 
Or maybe the cat will bite it off. 

Do not leave your seat till mamma thinks best, 
But begin and finish with the rest. 

When dinner is done, if you wish to be good, 
Thank God, who gives you all your food. 

There are proper times for you to eat ; 

Don’t be always munching at something sweet. 
The cat will not eat unless she needs food ; 

If you are not hungry, ’twill do 'you no good. 
What your mother and father say, you must do, 
And just because they tell you to. 

God gives you each day, so use it aright, 

And repent of all your faults at night. 

When you’re once in bed, just say good-night ; 
Don’t talk any more — let them put out the light. 


All these wise rules taught Master Crow, 

When the beasts and birds could speak, you know. 
The reason he’s silent now, you see, 

Is because we know them as well as he. 


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MY MOTHER. 

Who fed me from her gentle breast, 

And hushed me in her arms to rest, 

And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed ? 

My mother. 


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Who sat and watched my infant head, 
When sleeping on my cradle-bed, 

And tears of sweet affection shed? 

My mother. 

When pain and sickness made me cry, 
Who gazed upon my heavy eye, 

And wept, for fear that I should die ? 

My mother. 


Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, 
And taught me pretty how to play, 

And minded all I had to say ? 

My mother. 

Who ran to help me, when I fell, 

And would some pretty story tell, 

Or kiss the place, to make it well ? 

My mother. 


And can I ever cease to be 
Affectionate and kind to thee, 

Who was so very kind to me — 

My mother? 

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear; 

And if God please my life to spare, 

I hope I shall reward thy care, 

My mother. 


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THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPER. 

“Do yon think you could make me a cup of tea, 
Beatrice ? ” 

“Oh, yes, dear mamma; why, I am a great girl now, 
and know how to make a cup of tea, of course. First, 
you put two great spoonfuls of tea in the teapot, and 


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then you pour boiling water upon it, and then you put 
on the cover and let it draw a little. Then I shall put 
two lumps of sugar in this pretty little cup, and also 
some of this thick cream. Then I will pour out the tea. 
It will be very good, you will see, mamma. Now taste 
it, and tell me whether it is not well made.” 

“ Thank you very much, my darling ; it is a very good 
cup of tea.” 

“Mamma, where does tea come from?” 

“Tea grows in China, Do you not remember the 
pictures of Chinese men in your book ? ” 

“ Oh, yes, mamma, and they wore their hair in long 
tails that hung down their backs ! ” 



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m THE POULTRY- YARD. 

I bought me a hen, and my hen loved me; 

I fed my hen under a green, shady tree. 

My hen cried, “ Kickely-cack ! kickely-cack ! ” 
My cock cried, “ Cockely-cock-coo ! ” 

And so bless every good little child, 

And little Janet, too ! 


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I bought me a goose, and my goose 
loved me ; 

I fed my goose under a green shady tree. 

My goose cried, “ Shinleyschack ! shin- 
leyschack ! ” 

My duck cried, u Quack-a-quack ! quack- 
a-quack ! ” 

My hen cried, “ Kickely-cack ! kickely- 
cack ! ” 

My cock cried, “ Cockely-cock-coo ! ” 

And so bless every good little child, 
And little Mynnie, too! 


A turkey I bought, and my turkey loved 
me ; 

My turkey fed under a green shady tree. 

My turkey cried, “ Bobbleyjock ! bobbley- 
jock ! ” 

My goose cried, “ Shinleyschack ! shinley- 
schack ! ” 

My duck cried, “ Quack-a-quack ! quack-a- 
quack ! ” 

My hen cried, “Kickely-cack ! kickely-cack !” 
My cock cried, “ Cockely-cock-coo ! ” 

And so bless every good little child, 

And little Marian, too ! 



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A very young lady, 

With Susan the maid, 

Who carried the baby, 

Were one day afraid. 

They saw a cow lying, 

Quite harmless and still, 

And screamed, without heeding 
The man at the mill — 

Who, seeing their flutter, 

Said, “ Cows do no harm, 

But give you good butter 
And milk from the farm.” 


Come here, my pretty pussy-cat, 

Stop playing with the ball ; 

I’ve left you some good bread-and-milb, 
I could not eat it all. 



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PUNCHINELLO. 

0 mamma, I must be married 
To Mr. Punchinello ; 

He can dance and he can sing, 
He’s such a pretty fellow ! 
P with a Pun, 

C with a Chi, 

N with a Nel, 

L with a Lo — 


O mamma, I must be married 
To Mr. Punchinello. 


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Lady-bird, lady-bird, 

Fly away home ; 

Your house is on fire, 

Your children will burn! 



Do not light on my finger, 
You dear little fly ; 

If I touch your light wings, 
I’m afraid you will die. 


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RED RIDING-HOOD. 

There was once a sweet, pretty little girl, whom every- 
body loved, because she was so kind and gentle. She 
was called little Red Riding-hood, because she was so 
fond of wearing a little red cap that she had, that 
her mother used always to put it on her. Now, when- 
ever there was anything very good at their house — 


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either cake, bread, or wine — Red Riding-hood used to 
take some to her old grandmother, who lived not very 
far from ' there, on the other side of a wood, in which 
their house stood. 

One day Red Riding-hood’s mother said to her: “My 
child, you must go over to your grandmother’s with this 
cake and this bottle of wine, for she’s sick in bed, and 
the wine will do her good. Be a good girl, and speak 
prettily to every one you meet. Take care that you do 
not break the flask of wine, for then your poor old grand- 
mother would have none at all. And remember this, do 
not go off the path into the wood, for the wicked, cruel 
wolf lives there, and he would bite you and kill you.” 

Then she made the little girl neat and clean, and tied 
on her little red cap. 

The child was glad that she was let go alone to her 
grandmother’s, and she told her mother that she would 
keep the path, and not wander off into the wood. 

Now, in the middle of the wood, there were plenty 
of beautiful flowers; and the sun shone so brightly that 
the wood was all lit up, and did not look dark at all. 
Red Riding-hood began to pick the flowers, and so she 
was led on from one to the other, until at last she had 
gone quite into the deep forest. Then, out came the old 


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wolf ; but the dear little child did not know him at all, 
and thought it was only an old dog; and she was not 
afraid at all, because the wolf put on such a good-natured 
face, that no one could have imagined that he was such 
a horrid, fierce, cruel, greedy beast as he really was. 



The wolf said : “ Good-morning, Red Riding-hood. 
Where are you going, so early ? ’’ 

The child answered : “ Good-morning to you. I am 
going to my grandmother’s, for she is sick in bed, and 


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must have this cake and wine, to make her well again. 
Here they are, under my apron.” So saying, she pulled 
her apron aside and showed them to him. 

“ Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding- 
hood?” said the wolf. 

“ Don’t you know ? ” said the child. “ She lives just 
over yonder, in the other side of the wood, in a little 
brown house under three oak-trees. There is a hedge of 
hazel-bushes round the garden, and my grandmother gives 
me all the nuts.” 

“Give my love to your grandmother when you get 
there,” said the wolf. a Pick her a fine bunch of flowers, 
for the bigger it is the better she will like it.” 

Then the child went on, picking the flowers, and the 
wolf hurried away. He would gladly have devoured her 
then and there, but he knew very well that a hunter 
was not far off, so he thought he would eat up the grand- 
mother first. 

“It will not be long before I have my breakfast,” said 
the hungry wolf to himself; and the next minute he was 
at the grandmother’s house, knocking at the door. 

“ Who is there ? ” said she. 

“ It is I, grandmother, your own little Red Riding- 
hood, bringing you some cake and wine,” said the wolf. 


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“Pull the bobbin and the latch will fly up/’ said the 
grandmother. Thus the wolf knew how to open the door, 
and in he went. When he saw that no one else was 
there, he rushed up to the old woman’s bed, and devoured 
her in a moment. In fact, he was so big and so hungry, 
that he swallowed the little old woman down whole! 

This did not half satisfy his hunger, and he deter- 
mined to eat the little girl too. So he wrapped himself 
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well down over his face, and. lay all covered up in the 
bed. He also drew the curtains of the bed together, so 
that he could hardly be seen at all. 

Pretty soon, dear little Red Riding-hood came in with 
her cake and wine, and her great bunch of flowers. She 
went up to the bed, and drew back the curtain, and 
looked very much surprised. 



got ! ” 

“ Those are all the better to see you with, my dear,” 
said the wolf. 

“ Grandmother, what great ears you’ve got ! ” 

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“ So much the better to hear you with, my dear.” 

“Grandmother, what large hands you’ve got!” 

“So much the better to hold you with, my dear” 

“Grandmother, what a great mouth you’ve got!” 

“ So much the better to eat you with, my dear ! ” and 
with that the wicked wolf sprang up and swallowed 
down the dear little girl, just as he had the grand- 
mother. 

Then he laid himself down in the bed and went to 
sleep, and snored so loudly that it was dreadful to hear 
him. 

Just then the hunter came past, and, seeing the door 
open, and hearing the loud snoring, said : “ What is 

that ? I must go in a little way, and see.” 

Now, when he saw the old 
wolf in the bed, and the grand- 
mother nowhere to be seen, the 
good hunter knew that she must 
have been devoured by this 
greedy beast. He did not care 
to shoot the wolf, for he thought 
to himself that maybe the old 
woman was still alive. So he 
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ripped up the old wolf’s great paunch, and lo and be- 
hold ! out stepped little Red Riding-hood, saying : “Oh, 
how glad I am to get out ! It was very dark and uncom- 
fortable in there.” Then the hunter helped the old grand- 



mother out, too. Then all three of them were very jolly. 
The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine, and 
the hunter took some too, and so did the little girl. 

The hunter took off the wolf’s skin, which was so 


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large and fine that he sold it for a handful of silver 
dollars. 

As for little Red Riding-hood, what she said was, “I 
will never disobey my mother again as long as I live.” 



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GOD SEES EVERYWHERE. 

There were once a little brother and sister named 
George and Elsie. One day they were left alone in the 
house, while their parents were working in the fields. 
They each had a great piece of bread to eat, enough to 
satisfy their hunger till their mother came home, but, 
after George had eaten 
his, he wanted more, 
and complained that he 
was hungry still. Elsie 
gave him some of her 
bread, but still he was 
not satisfied, and said, 
in a coaxing tone, to 
Elsie: “Suppose we go 
and get some of the sweetmeats that mother keeps in 
the closet? There is a whole jar of gooseberry-jam. She 
will not see us, and no one will know anything about it.” 
But Elsie answered: “That would be very wrong, indeed, 
George, to do that; and, besides, don’t you see how the 
sun is shining into the closet? God makes the sun to 
shine, and so, of course, He can see us if the sun can.” 



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Then naughty little George said: “Well, then, let us go 
up to the garret, where mother keeps those nice pears 
that came off our tree. We will eat some, and no one 
can see us, because there are no windows in the garret, 
and so, of course, the sun cannot see us there.” 

Now, Elsie was a very little girl, and very fond of 
pears, and so she was tempted just to go and look; but, 
when they got to the top of the garret-stairs, what 
should they see but a bright ray of sunshine, which came 
through a little crack in the roof, and shone down on the 
pears ! At this, Elsie and George turned about and came 
down the garret-stairs . at once. George thought for a 
while, and then he said : “ I know what I will do. Mother 
keeps a pot of cream in the cellar ; let us go down there 
and get some. It is quite dark there, and we cannot be 
seen at all.” So George drew little Elsie along, saying : 
“ Come, quick, there is no danger at all ; no one can see 
us.” When they got to the cellar, George shut the door, 
and then looked carefully about. But, even in the dark 
cellar, a little ray of light found its way in, and Elsie 
said : “ 0 George, see ! the sun can even peep in here, 
and shine on the cream-pot. Let us go away, and be 
good children.” So she went up the stairs, but George 
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fully stopped up the chink where the light came through 
with a little wisp of hay; then he sat down to enjoy his 
stolen feast. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, and there, 
coming out of a corner of the cellar, was a great, ugly 
thing, with eyes that gleamed like 
fire ! George was so frightened 
that he could not move hand or 
foot, and, as he watched the thing 
with fiery eyes, he fancied it was 
an old woman with a pointed hat 
on her head. Now, Elsie was very 
happy all this while, for a beauti- 
ful carriage had driven past the 
door, and stopped ; and a lovely 
lady got out, and came and asked 
Elsie to give the little girl whom 
she had by the hand a drink of 
water. Then the sweet little girl 
talked to Elsie, and, when she 
found out that Elsie had no doll, she told her that she 
would come again and see her, and bring her a dolly, 
and a whole basketful of toys. Elsie was so pleased at 
this that she could hardly wait till her mother came, to 
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angel, she was so kind and sweet. When her mother 
came in, and asked after George, Elsie suddenly remem- 
bered where she had left him, and they both went down 
to the cellar to find him. When they opened the cellar- 
door, George gave a loud scream, and a great, angry 
black cat rushed past them. This is what the naughty 
little boy had seen, and what his guilty conscience had 
turned into something terrible. His mother punished him 
as he deserved, and he never forgot the fright he had in 
the dark cellar. 

He made up his mind, then and there, that it was 
better to be open and honest, and to remember that God 
could not only see him, but could protect him, in every 
place, if he did what was light. He grew up to be a 
good, honest man, and everybody trusted him and 
loved him. 



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Janet and her brother Wynnie have a little donkey- 
cart, and, as this is a lovely, bright day, they have invited 
two of their little friends to ride with them. Wynnie 
is driving, for he can hold the reins, now he is growing 
such a great boy. His dogs are running behind the cart. 
Before they drive out of sight, say good-by to Janet 
and her friends, for you will not see them again for a 
long time. 

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